For more about the Persian Sufi and poet Fakhruddin Iraqi (1213 – 1289 CE) see this earlier post.

Each image painted
        on the canvas of existence
is the form
        of the artist himself.
Eternal Ocean
        spews forth new waves.
“Waves” we call them;
        but there is only the Sea.

Many and disparate waves do not make the sea a multiplicity; no more do the Names make the Named more than One. When the sea breathes they call it mist; when mist piles up they call it clouds. It falls again, they name it rain; it gathers itself and rejoins the sea. And it is now the same sea it ever was.

Translation William C. Chittick and Peter Lamborn Wilson